I can settle dow-own and be doin just fine
Til I hear an old train rollin down the line
Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack
And if I didn't go, I believe I blow my stack
I love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand
When the lord made me
He made a ramblin man.
Some folks might sa-ay that I'm no good
That I wouldn't settle down if I could
But when that open ro-oad starts to callin me
There's somethin' over the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes it's har-rd but you gotta understand
When the lord made me, he made a ra-amblin man.
I love to see the tow-owns a-passin by
And to ride these rails beneath god's blue sky
Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea
'cause that's the life I believe he meant for me
And when I'm go-one and at my grave you stand
Just say God called home your ra-amblin man.